Ephemeral Nocturne

The dying notes of an ancient song…

“Geographies,” said the geographer, “are the books which, of all books, are most concerned with matters of consequence. They never become old-fashioned. It is very rarely that a mountain changes its position. It is very rarely that an ocean empties itself of its waters. We write of eternal things.”

“But extinct volcanoes may come to life again,” the little prince interrupted. “What does that mean— ‘ephemeral’?”

“But what does that mean—‘ephemeral’?” repeated the little prince, who never in his life had let go of a question, once he had asked it.